The colorblind

Day 2- Hope

The next morning, I woke up at around 4:30. The effects of the medecines had vanished. My head felt as if I was imploding.

I thought ofJames. I appreciated him. No more. He was nice and fun and he made me forget of my sickness. Which can be a good thing as much as it can be a bad thing. It makes me happy, as much as it can kill me. He was like a cure to me. The world felt much more colourful by his side. He brightened up my dark days. And he would probably be the last friend I'll have before I die anyways.

I will die, I remembered.  And soon. I have to live life to the fullest, while it's still time! I have about 6 days left. I have just enough time to make experiments. Do something. Discover. Enjoy. Try things. Appreciate what the world offers me before my time comes. And, who knows, miracle can happen, right? What if I live longer than expected? What if I live a week more! Then, I'll be proud of me and how I told to the science to go screw themselves. I will not have regrets. I don't want to leave with regrets. I want people that will hear about my death gain faith in existence instead of crying for me. Humans are weak we always cry and mope about how unlucky we are. I want the ones I love to know that I died happy without regrets nor remorse. That I died satiated with my 17 years of living. That we can live and be satisfied with our death and our life. I want lights of excitement to glow in their eyes at my funerals, not the gleaming of salty tears. I want to leave an impression. 

Yeah, maybe I'm wishing for too much. Probably life will resume its normal current right after I die.

I was extremly excited to see James again. I tried to get up. All of my strength had vanished through the night. I was only left with a body and conscience. No more. I then figured I would just wait for him to join me. I glanced at the clock over the door that indicated 4:43 in the morning. I would have to wait for a while...

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I woke up. It was about 2:54. My shoulder and elbow were numb since I couldn't sleep on my broken soulder. I sat and massaged it over my plaster. All I could think about was Christine. I wanted to go see her now. But I knew she would be asleep. So, to entertain myself, I got out of bed and started wandering in the hallways. Everywhere, it was all the same. Beige corridors, boring wood doors with glass windows. Grey tiled floors, waiting rooms, desks with nurseS looking at me as if I were a weirdo.

I quickly got annoyed by looking at the same things over and over again that I decided to go walk outside in the quiet meadow. I walked in the corridor leading to the front door of the hospital. 

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I saw a young man in a hospital jacket that was opened in the back wandering in the hallway. 

He looked familiar. His wiggling butt made me giggle a little.

I knew who he was.

-Hey, babe! You do realize you have a nice butt, right?, I shouted at him before bursting in laughter.

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Her words made me smile..... and irreedemably blush.

I recognized Christine's soft, almost faint, voice. 

I rapidly turned around, pretending to take a diva pose, whilst my true intentions were to hide my butt from her sight and playing it cool.

I was going to walk in her room, but I remembered she was sick. And colourblind. It felt so weird. I, unconsciously, stopped smiling, stopped acting casual. I straightened up my back and formerly entered her room, hesitating at the doorstep.

-What are you doing awake so soon?, I said in a serious voice. I pleated my nose. A repulsive odour floated in the room. An odour of misery, sickness and death. Shiver ran up my spine and neck.